Ring my bell
Or rather, don’t ring my bell unless you have rung the phone first. We, like a few houses around here, have a front doorbell, something that’s a great temptation to children of all ages. Well, I’m fed up with answering it and finding no-one at the gate so, if you are planning to call in on us unannounced, don’t bother, I won’t answer the bell. Send a message first, or ring, wait and ring again. I now ignore the bell unless I am expecting a visitor.
I’m still not exactly overflowing with news having spent the last few days locked in the house. I’ve only seen the view from the office window and haven’t even been on to the roof to photograph the sunrise of anything, but if I think really hard I might be able to come up with some news… Er, no, not much. Oh, Neil starts work again on April 1st, at Yiannis’ bar, as usual, there’s more bad weather on the way, apparently, we’re having a few bits and pieces of redecorating done in the house shortly, and I’m well into another book. I’m currently working on 4,000 words per day, not as a target but just as a number I have been able to get to.
Of course, those words are 80% the wrong words, so when I go through it again, I will change many and improve things. I’m still working on a series set in Victorian times and am about 60% of the way through part two. When this is done, I will go through part one again and when that’s ready, send it to my proofreading while improving part two. When that’s done, part one should be ready for release and part two can go to the proofreader while I work on part three. Apparently series sell well if you release the parts without too much of a gap between them, assuming I can come up with a part three.
And that’s about all my news really. It rained again overnight, I went to bed at 9.30 and was awake a 1.00, half-two, just after three, and gave up at just before four, so I am posting this and then getting on with work, there’s no point is wasting a perfectly good early morning.